Hot things to do

In the winter I have a variety of indoor activities that I do in order to avoid the cold and wet. Likewise in summer - to avoid the heat. The rest of the time I would really rather be outdoors -- or in my studio without having to run the heat or air conditioning in that large space just for the comfort of one person, me.

One of the upcoming activities, perhaps during today's heat, will be to redesign my blog banner. At the moment, however, I am recuperating from break-of-dawn garden work. Mornings in the garden before the sun rises are lovely. The country road is quiet. A wild turkey skulks by, expecting not to be seen. A hawk cries out. Aleksandr Dropov rolls sensuously in the dirt, liking my companionship, then investigates the various gopher holes, sneaking up on the entrance, pouncing, poking his paw inside, than looking at me as if he can't believe he let me see him goofing around like that. Then he rolls in the pile of dirt again, reminding me of Grandma B's pronouncement about cats (wish I could remember her exact wording) - something about them being too sexy because of the way they roll.

Aleksandr Dropov takes a stretch.

OK, recuperated from garden work. Now out to jar some jam. A kid (I think) told me no one cans jam, because one must have cans for that. I only have jars, so I am jarring jam today.